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When Greyson tosses $20 on the stage of a strip club, the last things he expects to see are the haunted green eyes staring back at him. Finley should be home raising her infant daughter and baking cookies, not tucking singles into her G-string and giving lap dances. Greyson can't deny that he'd like his own private show, but there's not a chance in hell of that happening. The last time the former Navy SEAL saw her, she was dressed in black, holding a folded flag, and sobbing that it was all his fault...and he agreed with every single word.

I'm Trade, and I have a foul mouth. I also have a very skilled mouth, and I have no problem showing off either. Women have a thing for "the bad boy". I play that part well, only I play it dirtier. There's not much going on in my small town of Mohave, that is, until you walk in. You. You toss me a sexy smile and strut that A+ ass my way, and now I'm wondering what those high heels you're balancing on will feel like digging into my back while I'm between your thighs.

I'm a rescuer. It's in my DNA. Stray dogs. Stray women... But this one doesn't need rescuing. She needs something real, but I never keep the ones I rescue. I could let her go...but I can't watch her walk away. I'm an ex-Navy SEAL, and I never give up on a mission.

I thought one hot night with Max Hallowell was harmless. I never expected it would force me to face my past or bring back the man who swore he'd never let me go. Now, Max wants to help me - wants to save me. But if I let him, he'll be destroyed. I can already smell the flames.

"After everything blew up on Christmas, Liz walked away from me, and I let her. She said she needed space and a chance to pursue her dreams. But we both knew she was running from the mess she made. Now the political campaign she used as an excuse to leave is bringing us back together, and I'm proving to her what she really needs - not just the hot nights, greedy hands, and undeniable physical chemistry. What she really needs is something real. What she really needs...is me."

Lizzy Thompson met Riverrat69 online through Something Real, a service promising to deliver meaningful relationships by forbidding its users to share names or photos until they've reached a certain benchmark. She was looking for love. He was researching an investment. They hit it off. Talked and flirted, hid behind screen names and cartoon avatars. Now they're breaking the rules and meeting in person.

Roth and I are on an open-ended tour of the world. Roth being Roth, this means missionary in Morocco, reverse cowgirl in Calcutta, bent over the bow of a houseboat in Hanoi, slow and sleepy on St. John. Anywhere and everywhere, in every conceivable position and some I didn't know were possible. Life is pretty incredible. Until I wake up in his chateau in France alone. On the bed next to me is a note. There are only four words: "He belongs to me."

I found an envelope in the mail. No return address. My name on the front, my address. Inside was a check, made out to me, in the amount of 10 thousand dollars. Enough to pay the bills and leave me some left over to live on until I found a job. Enough to let me focus on classes. There was no name on the check, just "VRI Inc.", and a post office box address for somewhere in the city. No hint of identity or reason for the check or anything. No mention of repayment, interest, nothing...except a single word, on the notes line: "You." Just those three letters.

Slick sports agent Griffin Steele is living the highlife in Los Angeles, far from the shadow of the North Carolina mountains where he grew up. But when his hometown falls on hard times and needs his help, Grif reluctantly agrees to commute between coasts. He never expects the lush scenery, in the form of pretty tomboy Carlie Beth Parrish, to be such a temptation. 

As a certified professional organizer, everything in Paige Parker's world is as it should be. And now, she has the perfect vacation planned to honor Singles Day. After all, what's better than celebrating her pride in being single? Who needs a man anyway? They have zero taste in quality television, leave the toilet seat up, and sleep with your best friend. No thanks. Her life is fine just the way it is. 

While Beth Hart had enjoyed being the sometimes girlfriend of Max Reynolds - the hot bass player for Black Addiction - she knew it would never be more than a casual fling. He was destined for greatness, and she cared too much to hold him back. So, before she lost her heart and her sanity, she said goodbye to the Bronx, moved to Manhattan, and left her party-girl days in the past - along with Max.

I always believed my life to be simple—uncomplicated. But now, it's become more complicated than I ever would have thought possible. Taken hostage by Orion's elder brother, I come face to face with the most dangerous fate I've ever known. Tyr's betrayal is dangerous not just to me, but to all of Faekind.

Jesamin: Only the desperate would depend on a vampire. As an Artificer, no machinery is beyond me—except that of flesh and blood. The one thing my instruments can't mend is my own wounded heart. But when every soul in a small town vanishes overnight, we find mysterious Fae artifacts left...

June Hart is an affectionate and chatty first-grade teacher who comes from a family of money-hungry doctors. When June inherits her grandmother's 1920's farmhouse, she is compelled to remodel it, hoping to show her egotistical family she is capable of being more than an insubstantial teacher. In the process, she finds herself spending a considerable amount of time with her hot and ill-tempered contractor, Grant Dawes.

What do you do when the hot younger hockey player you swore you’d stop banging is the perfect revenge date to your ex’s wedding? Pretend to be a couple. Obviously. I was going to take the high road. I really was. But Nix needs image rehab before management benches him, and I need a plus-one who proves I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. (Especially the bigger part…) Besides, we’re adults. We can pretend to be hot for each other without actually getting it on in the great outdoors. Again.

One hookup was supposed to mean nothing. Instead, it changed everything. I've always believed I'd know when the right woman came along. Until then, keeping things casual made sense—no pressure, no expectations, no complications. That plan worked perfectly . . . until Chloe. She's brilliant...

Every decade, thirteen mortals are chosen to compete in the Mortal Trials for the ultimate prize: immortality. But those who fail, perish. For Lirah, the risk is worth taking. When Lirah is ripped from her bed in the middle of the night, she finds herself in the foreign land of the elven. Forced...

A grumpy cowboy and an even grumpier chef who are used to knocking boots and walking away are shocked to discover a deeper—if not antagonistic—connection after their night together, in the final book in the Griffith Brothers series. Lennon's number one rule is: Committing crimes is not a...

For over two centuries, I've been the king's assassin—his master of combat. It's my job to strategize and to train potential warriors, but I've never looked at any of them the way I look at Olivia—my best friend. She's all subtle curves, rich chocolate eyes, and as deadly as she is sexy...

A few hours after losing my job, I get a call from a stranger who claims I've inherited property from my father. I assume it's a scam, because my dad is alive. Turns out my mother is the liar. I board a flight to my bio-dad's hometown, but the turbulence is so bad I worry we won't make it. Declan, the hot, tattooed hunk next to me, is terrified too. When the plane freefalls for half a second, he kisses me with the passion of a man who thinks he's about to die. He seems to regret it immediately—and we both regret it when we discover he's my new neighbor.